A/N: Updating shortly after the last because this is another mostly filler chapter… you don't get to the action of an episode till almost half way through, you know. And it's a short chapter… I'm sorry. I estimate chapter 10 is when it'll start REALLY picking up again (with Reid) until then, you get team stuff.

Disclaimer: No profit, just a love for CM, which I do not own.

Chapter 4: Withdrawn

The mood in the SUV was light for the first half hour of the trip. Morgan continued to crack jokes about his fellow team mates, mostly of Reid. Everyone, save for Reid, seemed to enjoy the break from thinking about the case. Reid, however, seemed not to care, or even to notice, and remained silent, his eyes unfocused as he stared out the window.

After another failed attempt to get Reid to crack a smile, Morgan turned around as much as he could in his seat to face him. "What's your problem today, Genius? We all know you're upset about Gideon leaving so suddenly, we know what he means to you. If you think we don't, that's pretty stupid." Reid shifted in his seat, his arm's crossed, still looking out the window, but didn't reply, so Morgan continued. "You've been moody all day, and the day's just getting started. You're not yourself, kid. Tell us what's up." It was clearly a demand, and not a polite question.

Reid turned his head to face Morgan, a glare so icy and cold set into his features Morgan had to stop himself from visibly showing the shock he felt. "I've already told you 'what's up,' Morgan. I'm just tired. I didn't sleep well last night. That's it."

"You can't seriously believe we're going to fall for the 'I'm just tired' routine, do you? We're all profilers, this is what we do best."

"Drop it." A voice sounded from next to Morgan. Morgan turned to face Hotch in the driver's seat, a questioning look on his face. "I said drop it, Morgan. Leave the kid be."

Morgan dropped his voice, though in the enclosed space Reid could probably still hear if he was paying attention. "You can tell as well as I can there's something wrong with our boy, and you want me to just leave it alone?"

Hotch nodded once, "That's what I said. We can't have any animosity between the team members during a case, so I won't have you stirring up trouble with Reid. Understood?"

"Ok… Fine… Whatever you say, boss." Morgan sighed, suddenly wishing he had his headphones which were still in his bag at the back.

The rest of the trip was largely silent, and uneventful, save for the occasional hold up in traffic due to the morning rush hour that was just coming to an end, and a break of the silence from Reid's phone. Reid looked at the number on display then at his team members before letting it finish ringing and go to voicemail. A few moments later the silence was broken again by a beep from Reid's phone signalling a message was left. He seemed satisfied with this and shut his phone off, making a mental note to check it later.

As the team climbed out of the SUV in front of the Winchester police station, they stretched their legs, as the local chief of police came down the front stairs to great them.

"I don't care how short the drive is," Morgan mumbled to Hotch as the man approached, "next time we fly."

Hotch looked sideways at Morgan, "It's a seven minute flight. That's pointless." Hotch then turned to the approaching officer. "Special Agent Hotchner. These are Special Agents Morgan, Prentiss, Jareau, and Dr. Reid."

The man moved to shake hands with Hotch, "I'm the captain and police chief here, Detective Daniel Douglass." He frowned, concerned, "I trust you'll be able to solve this quickly?"

Hotch nodded, "Well, we can certainly tell you who it is you're looking for. Can you show us where to set up?"

"Right, of course, this way." He turned and made his way up the short set of stairs as the team followed behind. Detective Douglass did not appear to be your stereotypical police chief. He was young, as far as captain standards go, about 35 and still fit and muscled like he hadn't touched a doughnut in his life. A blonde, pretty-boy, that could have probably been a successful model had he not chosen law enforcement. Douglass led them into a large room, most likely a meeting or conference room and left with a quick nod.

"Well, he looks…" Prentiss started.

"Attractive?" JJ offered.

"I was going to say stressed, but that works too."

"Ladies, focus. We have a case, now let's get to it." Hotch brought the attention to him, as everyone took a seat around the table.

"Well, what more do we have?" Reid asked, "We haven't been given anything more to work on."

"Let's start with what we do know. Each of the missing persons work for the same company, there have been complaints issued by the school board and teachers that are next door, but nothing's gone through. We need to talk to the spouses of the missing people, and to the head of the company and find out what other complaints they've received." He waited for nods from each person, then continued, "Morgan, JJ, you talk to the families, Prentiss and Reid, go to the building and see whoever's in charge. I'll stay here and try to wring more information out of Detective Douglass, then meet up with whoever needs me. Let's go."